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I spilled my brain upon a patch of sidewalk downtown.Unfortunately, years of gum and stickers adhered it to the ground.Peers and colleagues point and gawk as it melts in the hot sun.I attempt to scoop up what salvageable bits that I can.Self-conscious and embarrassed, someone says about what is in my hand:That's hideous, its structure is awkward, and it looks rather dumb.Oh how I wish that I never let it outside.Caught off guard, the door was open. Now it's out of the yard.This whole week I've been weak. I'm not sure I can cope with defeat.Out here for months under the hot sun and constant ridicule,When you began to speak I assumed that you'd deem me a fool.While others preferred bizarre and unattractive, you describe this mess as unique.You find its blemishes and bruises so very fascinating,And I can't tell you how happy I am to merely have a break from me berating. From Letras Mania